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“Hey, I didn’t—”
“You can’t ask him to—”
“Put him on payroll,” Connel said over his shoulder to Niall and started across the room, taking her with him.
“Connel,” she said. “Conn…”
He didn’t slow, just kept on going, across the width of the club to a spiral staircase almost beneath where the office would be. They went up onto a balcony she’d never noticed and through a door into… the apartment living room. How had she never registered the door there before? Because it was dark? Because she was always in a heady state of mind?
“Don’t contradict me in front of anyone,” he said, dropping her hand to turn to her. “Ever.”
“No?” she asked, her hands rising to her hips. “Guess again! I will contradict you if you’re talking crap. How can you even think about going near Evander Manzani? How can you ever—”
Grabbing her jaw, he slammed her against the wall. “You will not contradict me,” he snarled.
Why wasn’t she afraid? With Evander she feared for her virtue, hell, she feared for her life. But there, alone with this glaring man, the guy renowned for his temper, she wasn’t scared.
“You’ll get yourself killed,” she said, locked in his hold. “What will happen to your precious family then?” Shoving away from her, he turned his back. “It doesn’t even make sense. Why would you want to go after him? Risk a war between your families for the woman you’re blackmailing into bed. Your ego is not that fragile. You shouldn’t give a shit—”
“It’s about pride,” he said without turning. “One man takes another’s woman—”
“That what it is? He touched your toy? Goddamnit, you—”
“He touched you?” he roared, spinning around to bear down on her. “Where?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she snapped back, but laid calming hands on his chest, switching to a soothing tone. “You have to control your anger.”
He swiped her hands away. “Where?”
Screaming at each other wouldn’t change what had been. Anything she said would likely only inflame tensions further.
With her hands flat on the wall at her sides, she rose on her tiptoes to brush her lips across his. Encouraged that he didn’t run away, she did it again. This time when he grabbed her jaw, he squeezed it tight and forced it higher, opening her mouth to plunge his tongue against hers.
Wet heat pushed his kiss deeper. Frantic. Fast. Devouring. Suddenly starved, both were desperate in their need. The moment she touched his belt, his other arm scooped her up, holding him to her as they crossed the room.
Maybe they crossed the room. She didn’t know anything but the consuming taste of the mouth fighting hers. It wasn’t dominance. No, he had superiority in sex, and she gave it of her own freewill. Both wanted something, they needed what they could only get from the other.
They fell to the bed, their lips never parting. Not until his trekked down her throat.
“Conn…” she begged, raising her hips.
He ripped open her shirt and dropped to kiss her stomach, running his hands up over her breasts. She loosened her skirt, kicking off her shoes, working to rid the fabric from her body. Desperation in their desire, like someone or something could steal them from each other any second, their urgency ratcheted up.
“Please…” she pleaded, pushing on his shoulders. His mouth kept on going until his tongue was on her clit. When his finger slipped into her, she yelped. “Oh, Conn…”
“You’re wet,” he panted, rising to kiss her again. “Hot for me, baby?”
He had no idea, not if he was wasting time with words. “You enjoy it,” she whined, undulating against his probing digit. “Torturing me.”
“You accused me of it the night we met,” he said, running his tongue along her lower lip.
“Stop talking and fuck me, McDade!”
His lips curled as he reached between them to open his pants. She helped unbuckle his belt and wasn’t even surprised when he tore open the rubber with his teeth. The guy must take protection literally everywhere.
Her belly clenched when he pushed into her. “Conn,” she hissed, her head going all the way back as her body responded to his.
There was no easing in. He took her hard and fast, filling and depriving her in such swift strokes, she was still panting his name in grief as he returned to his place inside her.Sex wasn’t supposed to feel like that, it wasn’t supposed to feel like the answer to every question in the universe.
